OK, if you’ve been following along, I’ve been chatting about my youngest son’s strangeness.
So, I had to work a bit late Friday night and Diane took the kids to the White Trash Feeding Trough…oh sorry, Golden Corral…it’s an all you can eat buffet frequented by folks that really shouldn’t eat all they can eat. I can’t stand the place but my kids love it. Why? Because they have a claw machine that’s easy to win plus they like being in control of what’s on their plate – who cares if the food is sub-standard and a salmonella-fest.
Anyway, apparently there was some guy there doing balloon animals (by the way, how sad is your ?career? of master balloon-animal-dude/clown when the best gig you can get is the freakin’ GC?) and Harrison freaked. He’s 4 so you’d think he’d be OK with this, but the poor little guy was petrified by the balloon animal guy.
This is so priceless…I’m immortalizing all of this stuff that you’d certainly forget by the time they’re teenagers trying to look cool in front of their friends 
You’re just plain mean! Keeping a written record like that…
Too bad you didn’t get a good photo *evil grin*.
Plus, 10 years from now, all his friends will be able to find this when they surf the web! It’s even better than a twisted baby book…